Notbroken Stories

He survived betrayal, abuse, and a childhood stolen by pain. This is his story of heartbreak, struggle, and finding the strength to rise. 'Not Broken' is proof that even after the darkest days, hope, healing, and victory are possible

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IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE FIRST BOOK I WOULD RECOMMEND READING IT BEFORE THIS! "My life is better now. I'm with my mom now. She's changed. A lot. You just can't enjoy it as much when you miss the people that you have left behind. Or without knowing who killed my stepmom. Or what the heck happened with my stepdad. I just lay and cry in my bed and think about what would have happened if I stayed in NYC. Or where Cammie and Kendill is now. Oh how much I have left behind." -Diyana Annalise Burgess

This is not clean. Not neat. Not a story made to comfort anyone. This poem is awake in the hours the world ignores, a mind pacing for decades, a body surviving while chaos hums underneath. It is panic, fear, exhaustion, and the invisible labor of staying present. It is the calculations, the grounding, the silent narrating just to make it through the day. It is laughing mid-spiral, holding everything together while everything inside shakes. It is the tension between appearing fine and surviving anyway. This is not edited, not sanitized, not for applause. It is claiming space, naming experience, documenting what it feels like to exist fully, without compromise, in a world that refuses to pause. Somewhere between fear and faith, panic and clarity, smoke and silence, this poem whispers: you are here. You are real. You are not broken. And your story is yours to finish.

This is a very personal and emotional story for me. I was apprehensive about showing all of you this part of my life, but I think that it will help me move on with my life and get over some of my fears. I hope you guys enjoy it. I also have a chance at getting this particular short story published in the near future.

At the age of 4 Isla was left for dead on the old country roads.... now she is determined not to let anyone hurt her again.

i figured i'd stop using my conversations to rant and just do it here if u want, y'all can rant here too

This is a book of poetry that was written during an episode or right after. I am okay and there is no need to worry about me but I felt I needed to share this with the people who felt they had nothing. You always have at least one person, you just got to find them, I promise it gets so much better. Enjoy. -Contains themes of deppression, abuse, love, scars, self-harm, bullying , suicide, and some other trigger warning scenarios, please read at your own risk-

You don't do no one like that, you don't leave someone you love, Love is a hard thing, and I don't know how to tell you without you blocking and cussing me out because you messed up.

Tempest was a happy, healthy teenage girl until a tragic accident unleashes her worst nightmare from the depths of her own mind. She is cursed with depression, a disease that fills her with utter hopelessness that spills over, locking her in an invisible box of despair. She is terrified by the horrific thoughts that bubble to the surface without mercy of death and darkness. She escapes to a remote cabin nestled between the bluffs along the ocean shore as she battles for her life from one thing she never thought she would fight: herself. Please be advised: This story talks about extensively about depression and may contain triggering content. Please proceed with caution and message me if you have any questions. Completed December 22, 2018 #wattys2018

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